*beautiful and╱ WILLFUL.

           " MICE? NOW YOU’RE JUST PULLING one over me. “ she accused, amusement and interest growing with each particular word the other spoke. sure, narcissa had read a few muggle titles and even caught a glimpse of one of their movies  —- but she’d never dare stray too much. fearful of what her parents would possibly do and the punishment they’d sure come up with, living her every day life with them was more than enough. “ well at least she thinks HIGHLY of herself. “ she mused with a light smile, mary macdonald was a lot of things but royalty wasn’t one of them. unless of course it was a royal pain in the arse, but that was a fact better left unsaid. ocean gaze moved from greta to the table in front of them, her brows furrowing in thought as she looked at the drinks with certain curiosity, before reaching to take a purple one. “ purple, is our SAFEST bet. “ and she knew because she insisted of being aware of everything concerning her side of the party. “ unless of course, you’re in the mood for a little bit of a wild adventure? “ she playfully suggested with a wiggle of her brows  —- wild and narcissa black, weren’t exactly compatible but anything for a friend. “ i happen to know for a fact that i’m an excellent wing-woman. “

            " WELL I’D ASK YOU TO HELP me remove it but something tells you aren’t man enough for the job. “  the blonde shot back, taking a few dangerous steps closer to her fellow housemate. “ or are you? “ she wondered, one of her fingers delicately trailing his shirt collar for a moment or two.  she hadn’t missed the way he was eyeing her and she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit that ‘ looks ‘ like that were exactly the reason why she’d deliberately chosen such a low cut dress. “ the costume will have to go for sure, pompous arse just really doesn’t tickle my fancy. “ then again neither did his general personality, but that was a discussion for another day, perhaps tomorrow. she’d fully dedicate the next day to regretting her life choices. 

                " AFRAID OF POWERFUL OF WOMEN are we? “ the blonde questioned with a quirk of her brow, arms gracefully folding across her chest as she spoke. “ no need to be so crude about it dear  —- everyone has a struggle.” her accent mocking as she continued on, only to snort as the realization of his costume hit her. it was a brief moment, but amusement was displayed nonetheless. regardless the slytherin quirked her brow. “ sounds to me like someone’s part of the ‘ potter ‘ fan club. “ she teased, wiggling her brows slightly. “ something unresolved there mulciber? “

            " CLEVER WOULD NOT HAVE been the word i’d use. “ she replied, sincerity clearly edged in her tone  —- regardless of knowing better, narcissa did hold a soft spot for the girl in front of her. “ truth be told, the whole idea sounded a bit DERANGED to me. “ she paused, laughing softly. “ and i dealt with macdonald, while planning this ball  —- and she insisted on having... ‘ talking tea cups ‘ something about it being on theme with her costume... because the whole world revolves around ‘ her ‘ apparently. “ throwing digs at mary while she wasn’t around? very on brand, despite it being a different person. still the compliments that came next did make her smile. “ darling, flattery will get you everywhere. “ she admitted, curtsying slightly, before motioning towards the drink’s table. “ any particular choice of poison for tonight? “

            " ONE NIGHT A YEAR WHERE you are allowed  to be something you’re not and you choose  — wait what in the bloody hell even are you? “

          " YOU KNOW WHEN YOU SAID you wanted to be princess mozzarella, i pictured a muggle wearing pasta on her head  — between you and me? this is much better, you had me going for a moment your highness, truly you did. “

         " CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG BUT wasn’t the point of a ‘ costumed ‘ ball meant to hide who we really are for the night?   —  and a queen covered in blood? darling, you’ve never looked more like yourself than you do now. “

             " TELL ME SOMETHING DEAR WHEN, you speak do you actually hear it? or is there some roaring noise, stopping you from doing so? “ as much as her choice of words were meant to offend, narcissa would be lying if she didn’t admit that she often wondered what rita skeeter’s thought process could possibly look like. it was as one would call it a healthy curiosity.  it was almost admirable in a way,  the fact that she could express herself so easily. narcissa had never been as forward, despite her loud protesting with most things  — so in a sense yes, rita could be considered brave... or well she would be if it weren’t so irritating.  “ more like i’m fond of the idea of retaining my dignity. “ she corrected with a shrug. “ but no matter i do understand how the concept could be DIFFICULT to understand for you those who’ve never had such a thing. “ another elongated pause. “ so please, do continue. “

             " NO. “ the word slipped the blonde’s lips with conviction, arms folded delicately across her chest judgement clearly reflected in ocean colored eyes. “ but i will more than gladly watch you twirl AWAY from me. “ she added with a tilt of her chin. “ now, please. “ authoritative and polite, but narcissa would be damned if she made a fool of herself in any situation  —  a silly school dance would be no different.  “ and hey i may even pretend to be amused. “

more commonly known as morgana, was a medieval dark witch, famous for being the enemy of the legendary wizard merlin and the half-sister of king arthur.  morgana ruled as queen of the island of avalon however, she became a skilful practitioner of the dark arts and an enemy of the great wizard merlin  was featured on a chocolate frog card centuries after her death.

              THE BLONDE QUIRKED HER BROW in response to the ravenclaw’s words, unsure of what to say next  — or if the topic need be addressed any further. after all it wasn’t like muggles were all that interesting, peculiar perhaps but worthy of their time? not in the slightest, even if she had come to enjoy some of their literature. knowledge that she’d be mortified to have get out, which was the very reason why she didn’t push her curiosity further. a respectable lady such as herself had no business in attempting to understand inferior beings or so her mother would say.  “ the halloween ball might help in that respect. “ she replied, not missing a beat, there were certain things you picked up on over the years. so many of the conversations she’d had were like this  — empty but carefully chosen in order to prop up an image. it was a wonder how anyone in pureblood society ever made a genuine connection, but then again that wasn’t exactly the main goal now was it? “ although i’m not entirely over the moon over the idea of US having to ask. “ she paused, as she released a sigh. “ boys should be the ones FAWNING over us, not the other way around. “ she finished with a melodious laugh. “ it’s like the world really is out to destroy everything i enjoy. “

the blonde replied with a light curve of her lips, a feigned looked of disappointment present on her features before she shook her head. “ suppose i’ll just have to live with the fact that it’s been my IMPRESSIVE kiss up skills. “ she joked once more. “ what a terribly difficult life i lead... “ she declared, with a soft frown, blue hues reflecting an obvious playful glow, as she quirked her brow.  “ oi! i’ve done more with this castle than cheap pumpkins, thank you very much. “ she declared with a firm nod of her head. “ still not up to a BLACK’S standard but our crackpot of a headmaster truly just doesn’t understand. “ she mused with a roll of her eyes, scrunching up her nose as he tapped it.   “ excited would be a strong word. s’more of a light tinge of  happiness over having something to talk about other than all of the MORBID subjects going around. a few people disappear...                                           and this place is a total BORE. “

            “ YOU’RE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL crisis over a dance and i’m the dramatic one? “ she teased with a quirk of her brow, laughter spilling from her lips as she spoke.  “ i don’t think that’s quite right  —  i’ve come to learn that you’re more than capable of giving me a run for my money. “ she added with a tilt of her chin. “ so haunting the astronomy tower is off the table? “ she wondered with a scrunch of her nose. “ whatever will i do now? you’ve ruined my plans for the AFTERLIFE. “ she accused as she pointed a finger at him. “ imagining myself as the world’s most BEAUTIFULLY terrifying ghost really did make me feel like i have a purpose. “ she whined, a light pout forming on her lips, before she flashed a content smile at his affirmation of attending. “ yet, being the operative word. “ she challenged with a wink.